letra de 9 vampires - glokk40spaz
(intro)
i’m so bl
i’m so gl
b-tch throw that neck
i’m not tryna have s-x
i don’t want relationship
my nephew, brycen heaven sent
diss on the mob, i’ma k!ll bout that
call a blitz {?}
(verse)
(four3va is the f-cking goat n-gga)
(i love you jae)
{?} you never told me you were there for me, man i already knew that sh-t was cap
i’m on the east side with my vampires
one call just to get you wack
bf4l don’t know how to tell
this carbon won’t break fast, drunken tell
hit his ass with the glock leave his ass pale
{?}
i don’t give a f-ck, tryna raise hеll
15, when i got that tec
fashion nova, finish the show {?}
caught my opp lacking, cut that chеck
philly get his ass gone for a quick 10
favorite color blue, loving them benjamin’s
she not tryna f-ck with me, cause she not ready
n-gga talk crazy, pop him in his belly
gen5, man this b-tch so deadly
f-ck her best friend, b-tch i can get petty
{?} i don’t get no credit
kc gang, chopping the block down like machete
lifestyle that we live not normal
sh-t be hard to comprehend
glock 19, i done fell in love again
thinking i’m a whole vibe, i be moving with the wind
they talking bout kyra, they ain’t gonna have no chin
never had a f-ckin benz, but i can teach ya how to spin again
i’m with 9 vampires in this f-cking sprinter van
babylife till i die, i don’t think i’ll live again
he keep trying me, but i’m really trying hard not to sin again
play with my partner, baby {?}
18 but i feel like i’m 26
glock 40, but i run around with a 26
pop a n-gga and then we double back on his b-tch
me and lil velly, use to run off on the plug with the f-cking counterfeit
me and king 30, use to shoot godd-mn f-cking slugs, n-gga we wasn’t having it
(i love dj gren8de)
i’m so bl
i’m so gl
b-tch throw that neck
i’m not tryna have s-x
i don’t want relationship
my nephew, brycen heaven sent
diss on the mob, i’ma k!ll bout that
call a blitz {?}
gl4spaz with the f-cking glizzy just to get his ass dizzy
he wanna be babylife, we got him scare, got that n-gga p-ssy
talk about the mob, i’ma do my job, i’ma up the fye, i’ma raise that tinction
dropped out of school to make him learn a lesson
this rap sh-t i do is really just a blessing
i feel like django with that pistol
drop down on that n-gga, i ain’t have utensils
he talk bout the mob {?} that sh-t confidential
come round the corner
i might just pop a n-gga, the trap call me kettle
drop the dot, pushing up, man this sh-t settle
she can’t get enough us because we just better
pray down on these b-tches, i’ma go get em
f-ck that hoe one time then call that hoe a heffa
{?} colorado {?} just call me kebble
they don’t throw no rocks, how the h-ll these pebbles
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